Red Dust Shadow You was covered in blood, and stood up again with the Shadow Moon Sword in his hand, his sword intent breaking through the clouds, and his battle intent soaring into the sky.

Ling Xingmo looked at the red dust shadow on the ground, and admired it in his heart: "Red dust shadow tour, why are you so troubled? If I capture Song Si now, can you still stop it?"

Hongchen Yingyou didn't say a word, and what responded directly to Ling Xingmo was his Forget Dust Sword Technique.

"Forget the Dust Sword, Forget the Love!"

Mobilizing the sword element of the whole body, the Red Dust Shadow Tour absorbs the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that controls a radius of a hundred miles, forgetting himself and ruthlessly, and bursting out with the strongest combat power he can exert!

Swift air, ruthless, a sword slash.

Kindness?

Ling Xingmo's face showed a trace of solemnity, his palms were transported, and the aura of Haoran was condensed between his palms, and his powerful power suppressed for thousands of miles.

"There are three changes to a gentleman: he looks at it. ”

With a burst of palm, it turned into a twelve-zhang giant palm and pressed it towards the red dust shadow.

There was a loud bang, and the forgetfulness was broken, and the violent explosion burst out in all directions. Suddenly, the sky was dark, the mountain sank, and the red dust shadow was hit hard again, vomiting blood and flying upside down.

Ling Xingmo's style has a total of three palms, one is solemn, one is gentle, and one is stern, representing the three impressions of a gentleman, just now it was just his first palm.

"It's also warm. ”

Another palm suddenly came to his body, and Hongchen Yingyou inexplicably appeared a hallucination, as if the giant palm in front of him was extremely kind, saving him rather than killing him.

The sword tire vibrate, making Hongchen Yingyou stay a little awake, and on the way to fly upside down, he mobilized the remaining sword yuan, swung out hundreds of swords, and arranged the next sword qi wall.

As soon as the sword qi wall came into contact with the Haoran Giant Palm, it was crushed like a devastation, and then the giant palm slapped on Hongchen Yingyou's body, directly knocking him into a hundred-zhang pit of more than thirty zhang in size.

"It's also good to listen to his words. ”

As soon as the words fell, Ling Xingmo's last palm pressed towards the red dust shadow, and the fierce momentum silenced the heavens and the earth.

Song Si stared blankly at Ling Xingmo's last palm in the void, and his heart was terrified, this palm, even if Hongchen Shadow Tour was a sword cultivator in the middle of the Yuan Infant, he would still hate the spot.

Hongchen Yingyou and Song Si have no relatives and no reason, just because he is Mo Liuli's friend, he will protect him, and fight against the Confucian gentleman whose strength is much higher than him, even if he dies, he is persevering.

Why is this? Just because he's a sword cultivator?

Song thought to save him, even if the moth was fighting the fire, but at this time he couldn't move. Mo Liuli came to Song Si's side at some point, casually dropped the head of the cold smoke and water, and pressed Song Si's shoulder.

"Restore fù. Mo Liuli surged with murderous intent, gritted his teeth and said, "Fight again!"

Song Si closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to watch the next scene, but the moment he closed his eyes, he opened them again and watched Haoran's giant palm fall towards the red dust shadow.

Is that the end there?

Suddenly!

Dove!

A true yuan arrow more than six feet long broke through the air, and an arrow shot through the giant palm of Haoran, falling into the earth, and in an instant, the sound of explosions cracked the ground for thousands of miles, and the huge crack was directly extended to the deep ravine of the sword abyss.

An old man in white had a golden wing behind him, and in an instant, he came to the deep pit where the red dust shadow tour was, grabbed it down, lifted a bloody man, and fanned his wings again, and the person had already arrived in front of Song Simo's displacement.

"Thank you. Red Dust Shadow Spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The old man in white nodded, injected a true element into his body, protected his heart, and then let go of his hand.

Hongchen Yingyou was bleeding all over, holding the Shadow Moon Sword in his hand tightly, placing it on Mo Liuli's shoulder, and sat down cross-legged with difficulty, ready to heal.

His injuries were very serious, and after this battle, if he didn't handle it well, I was afraid that it would be a great hidden danger to his future kendo cultivation. Although he didn't know who the old man who saved him was, it should be enough for Ling Xingmo.

Therefore, he can now put his mind at ease and stabilize the injuries in his body first.

Zhuge hurriedly ran over and took out a black elixir, the Dan Qi was fragrant and refreshing, making Hongchen Yingyou feel comfortable all over his body, and the severe pain was actually reduced by a few points.

"Senior, taking this pill first is very helpful in treating serious injuries. Zhuge said that, and without waiting for Hongchen Yingyou to refuse, he sent it into his mouth, and even Mo Liuli and Song Si didn't have time to remind him.

Seeing Song Si and Mo Liu's strange looks, Hongchen Yingyou was puzzled, and just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, he felt the extreme bitterness spread in his body, and his muscles, flesh and blood, bone marrow, and even his sword fetus trembled.

The powerful sword intent suddenly dispersed, and everyone was shocked, Zhuge hurriedly said: "Senior, quickly refine the medicinal power, the good medicine is bitter and good for the disease." Good medicine is bitter, good medicine is bitter. ”

Hongchen Yingyou was surrounded by bitter tears, and in order to maintain the image of his predecessors, he could only close his eyes, stop his tears, restrain his sword intent, and make every effort to refine the strange and effective elixir power in his body.

Zhuge smiled at everyone, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and simply retreated to the place where Murong Chen was standing, feeling palpitations.

Fortunately, Hongchen Shadow You discovered the benefits of this black elixir early, otherwise he would have been miserable and crooked.

Hongchen Yingyou is safe and sound, Song Si's heart is light, he doesn't want anyone to sacrifice for him anymore, and the feeling of living with the expectations of others in exchange for his life is too heavy.

However, who is this old man of the Yu Clan who came to save them? It seems that the people around him don't know him, which is strange.

Song Si couldn't move his body now, so he could only continue to accelerate the refining of the medicinal power in his body, and restore the injuries in his body to one or two layers early, at least so that he could walk freely.

In the void, Ling Xing's ink sleeve robe hunted, and he looked at the old man beside Song Si solemnly. In the old man's body, he felt an extremely strong pressure.

"I am Ling Xingmo of Yunyang Academy, may I ask who Your Excellency is?"

The old man smiled indifferently: "I have forgotten my name for a long time, but they all call me High Priest." The gentleman is inevitably too heavy, please stop, how about it?"

Ling Xingmo frowned, he didn't expect this old man to be the high priest of the Yu clan in Crane Snow City, he hadn't been in Kunxu Star for a long time, and he had also heard of this high priest, and it was rumored that he had ascended to the realm of the philosophers of the Yu clan, which was equivalent to the realm of the sages of Confucianism. In this way, it was not surprising that Ling Xingmo could sense no less pressure on the High Priest than Yi Shuitu gave him.

"I didn't have any intention, this trip was just to arrest Song Si and go back to my Confucian sect for interrogation. This person is bloodthirsty and brutal, and many of the descendants of the Ling family have died tragically, and I ask the high priest not to be embarrassed. ”

The high priest's expression remained unchanged, he looked at Ling Xingmo in the void, and shook his head: "Gentleman, this son has attracted the battle intent of the gods in Crane Snow City, and he has a relationship with my Yu clan, so he can't be handed over to you for the time being." ”

Stretching out the palm of his hand, Haoran Qingguang turned into a brush, and the spiritual light shone.

Ling Xingmo held the brush and bowed to the high priest: "In this case, I can only ask the high priest for one or two." ”

The high priest smiled slightly: "Gentleman, please!"

"High Priest, this pen name is Jinghong, nine inches and sixty-three inches long, weighing two taels and one coins, and is one of the treasures of my Confucian sect. Please pay attention!" Ling Xingmo borrowed the power of Haotian as ink, used the void as rice paper, and the pen fell into shock, and then wrote the words of the sage.

"The benevolent are not worried. ”

"Those who know are not confused. ”

"The brave are not afraid. ”

One sentence after another, alarming the heavens and the earth, three sentences later, thousands of miles of heaven and earth were filled with Haotian brilliance, and the aura of Haoran condensed into a purple rainbow dragon and fell, and after swallowing the twelve words, he grabbed it with a claw towards the high priest of the Yu clan.

This claw fell, and Song Si only felt that the hundred miles of heaven and earth he was in were suddenly imprisoned, and the true yuan in his body was stagnant, and it was even more difficult for him to struggle, who was originally unable to move.

Mo Liuli clasped the sword in his arms, his face changed, and he was extremely nervous.

Facing the purple dragon's claws, the high priest's face did not change at all, he raised his right hand, and his silver-white long sleeves moved, casually dissolving the confinement of heaven and earth. Then a golden True Yuan arrow emerged from the palm of the high priest, without a bow and strings, and an arrow shot out, drawing black ripples in the void.

Roar!

An arrow broke the dragon's claws, and several dragon scales fell.

The purple dragon was shot with a claw, and it was in great pain, roaring and churning, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed color, black clouds overwhelmed the city, and lightning and thunder roared, as if the heavens and the earth were about to be destroyed.

The high priest was not in a hurry, and three golden True Yuan arrows appeared again in his right palm, without bows and strings, shooting towards the void.

Seeing that the humble ants on the ground dared to provoke like this, the furious purple dragon licked a few more points, opened its mouth and sucked, and suddenly formed a cloud-shaped funnel with a size of hundreds of zhang above its head, and the infinite power of Haotian was sucked into its mouth, and then turned into dragon breath and spewed downward.

But seeing the endless purple flames raging, he tried in vain to dissolve the three golden true yuan arrows, but how could the three golden arrows shot by the high priest be so easily dissolved?

Zi Yan encountered the golden arrows and let go of the fire, and the purple dragon was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to escape, but unfortunately it was too late.

With a loud bang, the purple dragon was shot by three golden true yuan arrows, and with a roar, the explosion dissipated, the white light shone brightly, and the terrifying storm swept across a radius of thousands of miles.

The place where the high priest and Ling Xingmo fought, it was even more difficult for everything to survive, leaving only the peak formed by the ten steps around the high priest standing alone in a huge pit with a diameter of 100 miles and a depth of more than 1,000 zhang.

The wind and dust were gone, the corners of Ling Xingmo's mouth were bleeding, and he stood in the void with Jing Hong in his hand, with a hint of shock, looking at the high priest of Gujing Wubo.

Song Si and Mo Liuli stood beside the high priest at this time, and their admiration for this old man of the Yu clan in their hearts reached an incomparable height, strong, very strong, strong beyond words!

In this feeling, Song Si only thought of two people, one was Yi Shuitu of Yunyang Academy, and the other was the kind Taoist Cisong Zhenren who was very good at talking, maybe only when the three of them stood together, he could roughly distinguish which one was stronger.

"The high priest's ability, Ling Xingmo bows to him!" Ling Xingmo said, "However, I have to avenge the enmity of the children of the family, otherwise I will have no shame to face the children of the clan, and I will not be able to write the words of the saint." ”

The high priest of the Yu clan smiled slightly: "Why does the gentleman insist like this? ”

Ling Xingmo shook his head and lifted his pen again, the momentum of heaven and earth changed instantly, and the majestic power of Haotian pressed down on everyone like Mount Tai.

Looking at Ling Xingmo in the void, the face of the high priest of the Yu clan finally changed.